Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Visage,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.